Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
He called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called Information for numbers he could've easily looked up
in the phone book.
Thank you.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
That's what they say
But it just isn't true
Roses are red
And apples are, too
But violets are violet
Violets aren't blue
An orange is orange
But Greeland's not green
A pinky's not pink
So what does it mean?
To call something blue when it's not
We defile it
But, ah, what the heck
It's hard to rhyme violet.

This is the poem that I wrote.
These are the words that are in the poem that I wrote.
This is the mouth that's saying the words that are in the poem
that I wrote.
This is the person who has the mouth that's saying the words
that are in the poem that I wrote.
This is the audience that would do anything to shut up the person
who has the mouth that's saying the words that are in the poem
that I wrote.
This is the TV show that tortures an audience until they would do
anything to shut up the person who has the mouth that's saying ...